The sling of an arrow given a twist, the pain's,the lost, the love that missed. The time of empty, the path is chosen, to blink it away is no-more. grieve me not when i have left but drink of my life with vigor and thirst, as i rest.
(do skréše) Dež seš napnoté(á), jak probihá tornaj, do keryhos vlitl(a), možeš ho se svéma spološpilošama okecat rovnó v "Mloveni" o toďteho tornaja. (HelenaTanein) (okázat šecke vechetávke)